You'd like to think it's all roses, it's wilted and smoldering/ save it for a guilt trip ticket to get home again/ the small moments gilded with chrome and trim/ sacred rebuilt in a stick figure who's motion sick from patterns/ I'm trying to get out though/ less classic more southpaw/ no microscope no scalpel/ ambidextrous/ words moving but the mouth wont/ no righteous quotes just relearning how to float/ and redefine powerful/ some meaning of life counseled hope/ barely even amounts to know truths about tomorrow/ maybe I'm to proud for a sergeant's tone/ just because I can't spit the scars from the throat/ it's doesn't mean I'm not hurting/ the calms a cloak/ and demands respect with each barb I swallow to cope/ lost what I tried my hardest to hold/ now I'm stuck facing tomorrow alone/ I really need some "better days"

and as far as I know I'm still headed west/ hand over the eyeballs until the sediment rests/ let the gentleman fret silent protecting my breath/ knowing every step forward it must get better than this/ and I'm not looking back, nah never again/ the past is there, I know the look she has, the memories etched/ all I can really do is sever these limbs/ set the standard as living proof forever can end/ forget the fanfare just give me truth whatever it is/ I'm ready for it/ why else would I have bothered polishing gun metal ribs/ not trying to follow fodder I'm the one that'll live/ regardless of the odds put a hundred against/ eventually it will break if it bends/ and I'm taking that chance, head of steam straight for the edge/ let em scream/ staying braced for the worst but embracing the best/ I really need some "better days"

And maybe the days better/ no stress in the bays weather: no hesitant or shame stepping in front of the fates pressure/ from where I'm from to the gains level/ from where I rest the rest is just the grains and pebbles/ engrained in pedals/ i keep walking and the chains are heavy/ I've got to bear this burden before I change the setting/ still learning how the weight affects me/ turning these wheels hands in the clay and pressing to shape this destiny/ finally smiling but still laying waste to everything/ theres scars in the harmony no way i'm forgetting/ charging towards tomorrow's dreams with faith and the lead in these teeth/ so save your prayers and pennies my souls already paid the penalties/